THE FURY ...... BY PAUL HEYSE
THE PHILOSOPHER'S PENDULUM ...... BY RUDOLPH LINDAU
THE BOOKBINDER OF HORT........BY LEOPOLD VON SACHER-MASOCH
THE EGYPTIAN FIRE-EATER........BY RUDOLPH BAUMBACH
THE CREMONA VIOLIN ........BY E.T.A. HOFFMANN
ADVENTURES OF A NEW-YEAR'S EVE...... BY HEINRICH ZSCHOKKE
ould not come, it is the same to me."
"You must come," interposed the little priest; "you never can leave your mother all alone at night. Is it far you have to go?"
"To a vineyard by Anacapri."
"And I to Capri. So now God bless you, child--and you, my son."
Laurella kissed his hand, and let one farewell drop, for the padre and Antonio to divide between them. Antonio, however, appropriated no part of it to himself; he pulled off his cap exclusively to the padre, without even looking at Laurella. But after they had turned their backs, he let his eyes travel but a short way with the padre, as he went toiling over the deep bed of small, loose stones; he soon sent them after the maiden, who, turning to the right, had begun to climb the heights, holding one hand above her eyes to protect them from the scorching sun. Just before the path disappeared behind high walls, she stopped, as if to gather breath, and looked behind her. At her feet lay the marina; the rugged rocks rose high around